Tales From The School 1

I was refilling my Parker fountain pen from an inkwell at the common table in the teachers' lounge this morning during a free period.

"That's a shiny pen. Must be expensive. How much you bought it?" a female teacher who was sitting nearby, watching me asked.

"Somewhere below RM 100." I answered curtly as I didn't like this particular older woman. She's a known backstabber. 

"It's a lot of fuss using fountain pens.Young people these days must go with the times. Even I've never seen teachers my age using fountain pens anymore." See? She's ancient, chatty and patronizing the wrong sort of person (i.e. me).

"I like it."

"Bah, I think you just love showing people your expensive stuff and all. You don't fool me."

I just hate this particular bi***. If we were living in darker times, I'd ask her outside for a duel to the death. She just wont let it rest.

"I like it because it reminds me of my DEAD father. He always used fountain pens. You do have a father, don't you?" I said this coldly while screwing the pen together. She did not deserve a glance from me.

That kept her quiet.

My late father was quite a legend in his own right. He was a great teacher in Economic and Literature, and phenomenal in sports. The principals who ever had him will never be willing to part from his service. He was the only male teacher who coached netball in the entire state. Most elderly teachers know him.
Sometimes it galls me because I am his exact opposite, like all his negative energy was channeled into me...
I teach Science.
I hate all kind of sports.
I am not easily friendly with people like him.
The list can go on.

That genetics for you. Sometimes monsters are born among good people.


Rock Chef said...

I am sure you are as good as your father was - each does things in his own way - a Sunflower should not try to be an Oak.

Hey, I think that was pretty profound for a Monday - and coming from a Zombie too!

Casey Freeland said...

Way to go with that chick. Those types of people really drive me nuts.

And if you were a monster from your father's genes, you wouldn't love him so much.


TechnoBabe said...

You are nothing like a monster. And I like your fountain pen too. I remember when you bought it.

Shadowthorne @ Ramzu Zahini said...

Rock Chef; I am not as good as he was, and I know it. Heck, I hate the outdoors activities with the intensity of the sun! And he loved it!

Shadowthorne @ Ramzu Zahini said...

Casey Freeland; I love him like any responsible child should. Like I said; my genes were twisted from his. We are both fantastic teachers, but in very different ways.

Shadowthorne @ Ramzu Zahini said...

TechnoBabe; I almost ruined this one last week when the refilling thingy refused to budge. Fortunately it can be snapped back together.

brocasarea said...

yeah dude i completely agree...i too use parker and profs during clinics ask me is there any advantage in using it..i feel sad for them!!lol

Shadowthorne @ Ramzu Zahini said...

brocasarea; Yeah. We got standards :angel

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